The opulent room was filled with steam as Mr. Qin stepped out from his bath. Droplets of water glistened on his skin, making it appear as if he were a Greek god just emerging from the waters.
Dressed in a sleek black night robe that contrasted perfectly with his wet hair, he moved towards the grand mirror that adorned one side of his room.
His reflection was striking; the contours of his face, the sharpness of his jawline, everything about him radiated an enigmatic charm.
As he reached for the hairdryer to tame his wet locks, the door creaked open gently, and in walked Ziyu.
He was dressed in a pristine white outfit, filled behind him was Daniel wearing a very enticing outfit a clear indication of his profession as Mr. Qin's stylist.
However, he was not alone. Following closely behind him, a stylist Mr. Qin rarely summoned.
